Elven cultivators

Just then, the leading elven officer suddenly spoke.

"We bought all the dog-man slaves in this slave-hunting team."

Jonah and Field were taken aback upon hearing this, then breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to refuse.

But when he looked up and met the cold gazes of the elven soldiers, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He was just a small leader of a slave-hunting team, and he didn't have the guts to offend the Silvermoon Clan.

"……OK."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, squeezed out a single word, and then turned and waved to his subordinates.

The guards hesitated for a moment, but then quickly walked to the back of the convoy and lifted the black cloth covering the large carts.

The moment the black cloth was lifted, a stench mixed with sweat, blood, and feces assaulted the senses.

The narrow iron cage was crammed with dozens of dog-people.

Their hands and feet were bound with rough hemp rope, their mouths were stuffed with rags, their hair was disheveled, their clothes were tattered, and their exposed skin was covered with whip marks and bruises.

The dog-woman was the first to rush over, plunging headfirst into the iron cage.

Her gaze swept quickly across the disheveled figures, soon locking onto a boy huddled at the very back.

"Alo!"

Her voice trembled, filled with excitement and worry.

The boy looked up, revealing a dirty little face.

He looked no more than seven or eight years old, with a scabbed wound on his forehead, chapped lips, red and swollen eyes, and was as thin as a twig.

The moment he saw the girl, his dull eyes suddenly lit up.

"elder sister!"

The dog-man boy struggled to get up, but tripped on the rope and fell face-first to the bottom of the cage, his forehead hitting the iron bars with a dull thud.

The girl whirled around and yelled at the guard beside her, "Release them right now!"

The guards opened the iron cage with expressionless faces.

The moment the dog-man boy emerged from the cage, he threw himself into the girl's arms and burst into tears.

"Sister... I'm so scared... They'll hit me... and won't give me food..."

The girl hugged him tightly, her eyes red and her lips trembling, but she couldn't say a word. She just gently patted his back.

The dogs nearby also found their relatives and wept together in front of the iron cage.

On the other side, the middle-aged man took the money bag handed to him by the elven officer, weighed it in his hand, and his expression softened slightly.

He was about to turn and leave when the elven officer called him back.

He stared coldly at the middle-aged man.

"The dog-people are now a vassal race of our clan. From today onwards, if you dare to sell dog-people slaves on our territory again... you will bear the consequences."

The middle-aged man's face stiffened, and he said with an awkward smile, "Don't worry, sir, we've got it, we've got it."

After the middle-aged man left, the dog-man chieftain stepped forward and said gratefully, "My lord, thank you for your help..."

The elf captain raised his hand to interrupt him, his voice low and deep, "You can express your gratitude after you've taken your own revenge."

The dog-man chieftain paused for a moment, then looked up and met the elf captain's meaningful gaze. He immediately understood, his expression hardening as he nodded emphatically.

Seeing that the dog-man chieftain understood his meaning, the elf captain nodded secretly.

Paying for slaves was merely to save face for Bilin City.

However, the Silvermoon Clan would not stand idly by while their vassal races suffer losses.

It's not too late to make a move after this slave-hunting team is far away from Bilin City.

But just then, the dog-man boy suddenly broke free from the girl's embrace, pointed at the middle-aged man, and shouted, "Sister, these bastards have captured elves and are enslaving them!"

The city gate suddenly fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze.

The next instant, a crisp metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out.

The elven soldiers drew their longswords in unison, spread out in perfect unison, and surrounded the entire slave-hunting team.

The surrounding merchants all cast astonished glances at the slave hunting team.

Capture elves on Silvermoon Clan territory...

Warriors!

Jonah and Field were also stunned, their eyes fixed on the large trucks still covered with black cloth.

They actually dared to capture elves and use them as slaves, and even brazenly walked on the territory of the Silvermoon Clan.

Are these guys crazy?

The middle-aged man's face was deathly pale. He waved his hands wildly in front of him, his voice trembling: "Sir, it's a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding! How could we dare to capture a Pokémon? That little brat is talking nonsense! We absolutely didn't!"

The elven officer ignored his explanation and coldly said, "Remove the rest of the black cloth."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment.

Seeing this, the elven officer raised his hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

The elven soldiers behind him stepped forward in unison, their swords pointed at the slave hunters.

"Wait! I'll lift it, I'll lift it!"

Under the watchful eyes of the elven soldiers, the slave hunters lifted the black cloths one by one.

After seeing the situation inside the car, everyone around was stunned.

In the last few large trucks, there were more than a dozen disheveled figures locked in their iron cages.

They have beautiful faces and slender figures similar to elves.

But upon closer inspection, one can notice that although their ears are pointed, they are noticeably shorter and rounder.

Unlike elves, whose skin and hair colors often exhibit a fantastical silver or pale gold sheen, their skin and hair colors tend to be more like the warm shades commonly found on humans.

"A half-elf..."

Field murmured, his expression complex.

Half-elves are the mixed-race descendants of elves, humans, and dwarves.

Like many hybrid species, half-elves hold a rather awkward position.

The elves did not accept them, believing their bloodline to be impure.

Humans did not 'reject' them, but treated them as expensive playthings, sending out slave hunting teams to capture them everywhere to serve as slaves.

Many half-elves are destined for a tragic fate from birth.

They were snatched from their parents by human traffickers and sold to slave markets across the mainland, ultimately becoming playthings of powerful and wealthy merchants.

They were like rootless duckweed, drifting on this continent with nowhere to go.

Looking at the trembling half-elf in the iron cage, the elf captain's expression softened slightly, but he immediately frowned again.

If the cage contained a pure-blooded elf, then needless to say, it gave him a perfect reason to make his move.

He will certainly make those slave traders pay a bloody price.

But what about half-elves...?

Just as the elf captain's eyes flickered, a clear laugh suddenly came from the city wall.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that an elven girl had appeared at the crenellations of the city wall.

She sat on the wall, legs crossed, one hand supporting her chin, looking down with great interest.

Jonah and Field were slightly taken aback.

Just as they were about to ask a question, the surrounding elven soldiers all knelt down on one knee.

The sword tips touched the ground, producing a series of soft, synchronized sounds.

"Lord Roman!"

The elven officer lowered his head, his voice full of respect.

Jonah and Field were stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and felt a chill run down their spines.

Roman Silvermoon!

A legendary powerhouse of the Silvermoon Clan!

The vice commander of the Silvermoon Legion!

The two couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, they hesitated because of the other elf's appearance and did not immediately rebuke its actions, otherwise it would have been a big problem.

Meanwhile, a commotion also broke out around the city gate.

"Roman... is he the vice commander of the Silver Moon Legion?!"

"This is the first time I've seen him in person... I didn't expect him to be so young."

"Of course! I heard Lord Roman is not even two hundred years old yet!"

Whispers rose and fell, mixed with awe and wonder.

As one of the few legendary powerhouses of the Silvermoon Clan, Roman Silvermoon is a name known to everyone in the Eldron Plains and the Green Highlands.

The sudden appearance of a rumored important figure here is bound to be astonishing.

Roman ignored the gazes around him, swept his eyes over the half-elves, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Detain this slave-hunting team and release the half-elves."

Without the slightest hesitation, the elven officer immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"

He stood up and waved to the elven soldiers behind him.

"Disarm! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

The elven soldiers surged forward like a tide, their swords pointed directly at the slave hunters.

The guards of the slave hunter team turned pale instantly. Several of them instinctively reached for their weapons, but were held down firmly by their comrades.

Are they crazy? This is the Black Iron Legion!

Each elven soldier possesses the weakest Black Iron rank strength.

With their abilities, resistance will only lead to their death!

The middle-aged man grew anxious and hurriedly said, "Lord Roman, this is unfair! We haven't violated any of the rules of Azure Scale City. Even if you are a legendary powerhouse of the Silver Moon Clan, you can't be unreasonable!"

Roman tilted his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Your slave-hunting teams capture other races to serve as slaves, relying on the law of the jungle, without any reasoning with them."

"But now, we are stronger than you. Even if we just detain you or enslave you, you will have no complaints."

The middle-aged man was speechless.

Soon, the slave hunters were disarmed by the elven soldiers and stuffed into the prison carts that had previously been used to hold slaves.

Jonah and Field watched this scene with complex expressions.

However, when faced with Roman, a prominent figure of the Silvermoon Clan, they couldn't bring themselves to express their thoughts.

Roman didn't care about their opinions. He leaped off the city wall and said to the approaching elven captain, "Take those half-elves and the slave hunter team back to the Primordial Spirit Realm."

"Yes, Lord Roman."

Influenced by Anton, Roman did not place much importance on bloodlines and did not discriminate against mixed-race individuals.

Besides, if the Silvermoon Clan can open up promotion channels for disciples of the Primordial City to vassal races, what's so surprising about accepting half-elves?

The latter, at least, has half elven blood.

Roman didn't care whether Azurescale City would be affected by this.

As a vassal race of the Silvermoon Clan, we should follow the will of the Silvermoon Clan.

"Thank you, Lord Roman."

The dog-woman brought her younger brother to Roman and knelt down with a thud, her face full of gratitude.

Roman took out two bottles of muscle-regenerating potion and tossed them to the dog-woman girl: "Heal your wounds first."

After the dog-woman girl and her younger brother drank the potion and their injuries improved, she smiled and said:

"I saw your fight just now, and it suited my taste perfectly."

"Would you like to become my apprentice?"